Forgotten scars remind us of
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Too much war, too little love
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Beneath the fault-line truth to burn
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Within the page so much to learn
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Wounded birds look to us
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Who can heal? Who to trust
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Bring down the giants old and new
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Strike up the band and waltz on through
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I was shaking with a fever
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When the last good horse went down
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We were just a couple dancing
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Where a thousand kings were crowned
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Shaking with a fever
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Before the white flag flew
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And the ballroom opened up to us
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And the dancers danced on through
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Love in ruins, torn apart
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Victims of the careless heart
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Skating on the cold grey ice
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Before the flood toward the light
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Muddy boots to shiny shoes
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Headlines screaming out the news
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From dirt and damp to hardwood floors
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Beyond the burned out broken walls
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I was shaking with a fever
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When the last good horse went down
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We were just a couple dancing
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Where a thousand kings were crowned
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Shaking with a fever
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Before the white flag flew
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And the ballroom opened up to us
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And the dancers danced on through
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I was shaking with a fever
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When the last good horse went down
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We were just a couple dancing
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Where a thousand kings were crowned
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Shaking with a fever
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Before the white flag flew
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And the ballroom opened up to us
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And the dancers danced on through
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And the dancers danced on through
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The New Fever Waltz
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| Elton John |
